Third Person POV
The door of the sleek sedan opened with a soft click. Rain pattered gently on the tinted windows, turning the night into a distorted blur of reflections and red tail lights. A man—in his early forties slipped inside the passenger seat of the car, shutting the door behind him carefully.
Without turning around, he addressed the woman seated in the shadows behind him.
"One of the test subjects— Subject Fourteen, precisely- escaped today," the man began, skipping past the initial greeting routine. His voice was filled with anxiety. "It was contained before it left the outer ring, but—there was violence. Two of our handlers were injured. One… badly."
The woman drew in a sharp breath, leaning forward towards the man. Her face was masked with annoyance, which the man would have seen if he had turned back.
